Page 86 of His Surrender

Using the lube, I coated a finger and slowly pushed it inside him. His moans were my fuel. I enjoyed pleasing him. I liked knowing when I did a good job. I liked being praised and rewarded with desperate pleas for more.

“That’s my beautiful boy. Just like that.”

I froze at the memory of Andrew’s words. The reason for why I liked being praised was obvious. Back then, pleasing him had meant he’d stay with me longer, that he wouldn’t run off back to his wife right after spilling his load.

“Jay?” The image of Andrew faded as I focused on Remi. “Come back to me.”

I blinked, then blinked again. Hot molten lead churned in my gut, yet a cold sheen of sweat dampened my brow. Two extremes that clashed. I couldn’t keep it from Remi forever. I’d eventually have to tell him why I was the way I was.

But not tonight.

“I’m not anywhere but here,” I said before stretching my lips around his dick.

He seemed to believe me. He moaned and thrust his hips up as I brought him to the edge and yanked him back before he could go over. I stretched his ass with one, two, then three fingers, taking my time opening him. When neither of us could stand it any longer, I opened a rubber, rolled it on and lubed it up, and then slowly eased into him. His tight clench fought me at first before pulling me deeper into his body.

We both groaned.

Remi looped an arm around my neck as I moved inside him. My thoughts tended to go down a dark road when I set them free, so I didn’t think. I justfelt.I pressed my lips to his throat and rocked my hips forward. He grabbed my face and tugged it back to his, giving me slow kisses.

“I missed this,” I said, panting. “I missed you.”

“Show me how much,” he responded just as breathlessly.

Bracing my weight on one arm, I sat back a bit and canted my hips, fucking into him at a different angle.Theangle.

Remi groaned and gripped my hip, his nails digging into my flesh. “Jesus. Right there.”

Our bodies slapped together as I increased the tempo, driving my cock into him and hitting his sweet spot. When he shuddered with his release, I snapped my hips forward again and again. His eyes met mine right before my orgasm hit me, and he leaned up to claim my lips as I turned to jelly in his arms. The kiss was soft. Tender. I felt a pang in my heart as our lips lingered together even after I’d spent myself.

The kiss was full of love.

I broke the connection and pulled out of him. I flipped to my back and stared at the ceiling. He angled his body toward me, grazing his finger from my chest to my stomach and back up again.

“What happened just now?” Remi asked.

“We had sex.”

“That’s not what I’m referring to.” He scooted closer and rested his head on my shoulder. “Knowing I love you still freaks you out, doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t freak me out. I wouldn’t be here if it did.” I glanced at him, unable to resist the urge to brush my fingers through his messy dark hair. “I’ve opened myself up to change, but it will take more than a day to do it.”

“Just like Rome.”

I smiled. “Sure.”

“You never did tell me what you said that night.” Remi traced my collarbone. “The night before everything got weird between us. You said something in Russian.”

It took me a moment to remember. “Ty tak mnoga znachish dlya menya.”

“Yes. That.” He studied me curiously. “What does it mean?”

“It means…” The words lodged in my throat, and I swallowed hard. “You mean so much to me.”

Remi stared at me in silence, and the finger that had been drawing designs on my skin stopped moving. The room was dark, but light from the other room streamed in through the sliding door that had been left ajar. Tears pooled in his eyes, and when he blinked, one slipped free.

I caught it with my thumb and wiped it away.

“You’re an asshole,” he muttered, pressing his face against my chest.